Lost in Night

You step over the hilltop, your foot reluctantly carrying you over to the downslope. In front unfolds a town shelled in a dark haze. You amble down a short distance more, pausing lest you step into a puddle. What you find in the distance seems incredible: a house made from a pumpkin, another house resembles a pear. The town has no streetlights, but you can trace the flicker of candles on the windowsills of the unpeopled houses...

Lost in Night
You step over the hilltop, your foot reluctantly carrying you over to the downslope. In front unfolds a town shelled in a dark haze. You amble down a short distance more, pausing lest you step into a puddle. What you find in the distance seems incredible: a house made from a pumpkin, another house resembles a pear. The town has no streetlights, but you can trace the flicker of candles on the windowsills of the unpeopled houses...